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There were four folding chairs in a row in the dark basement of the hotel. Slowly, the four sinners in those chairs woke up. A racoon-snake hybrid sinner, a fire colored flower-like sinner, a person-sized pitcher of Kool-Aid, and a TV-headed sinner in a suit all started to wake up in those chairs as the royal couple walked downstairs, hand in sharply clawed hand. “Wake up, you useless fucks.” the king said. The four kidnapped sinners were all tied up with magic and had their mouths tied shut with black tentacles. Lucifer soundproofed the basement, and Alastor removed the tentacles that had been silencing the sinners. Unsurprisingly, they all tried to yell or scream for help. Alastor rolled his eyes. “Nobody outside of this room is going to hear you guys.”
Once the sinners were done screaming, Lucifer pulled out an angelic crowbar. Vox laughed. “Ha, I know you can’t kill us, you said yourself, you can’t kill sinners.” Lucifer grinned. “Maybe. But he can.” Lucifer handed the crowbar over to Alastor. Vox shut up after that.
There was a knock at the basement door. “Hello? Why the fck is this door locked? I ran out of something at the bar, and I need to grab it,” Husk said from the door. Alastor walked up the stairs and opened the door. The sinners in the basement took the opportunity to try to scream for help. “What do you need, husk?” Alastor asked, still holding the crowbar. Husk, seeing the angelic weapon in Alastor’s hand, decided he would just go to the store to buy a bottle of the thing he was missing.
Alastor went back downstairs. “So who wants to go first?” he set up his microphone to record their screams. Lucifer pointed to Vox. “How about the worst offender?” Alastor nodded, “Good idea.” Alastor took his crowbar and swung it into Vox’s leg. Blood soaked into his pant leg and started dripping onto the floor. Vox screamed. Alastor laughed. “Which one next, do you think?” Alastor asked Lucifer. Before Lucifer could give a response, the Kool-Aid sinner asked, “What do you want with us? We didn’t do anything to you!” Alastor rolled his eyes. “Oh, really? So some random strangers just happened to accidentally impersonate all of you and write these wretched stories about me?” The Kool-Aid sinner had nothing to say except, “Oh no.” Alastor hit them in the leg with the angelic crowbar, shattering it. Red Kool-Aid gushed into a puddle on the floor. The snake-raccoon sinner was crying, and the fire-flower one wasn’t doing much better. “Please just let us go! We promise to never write anything like that again!” the fire flower pleaded. “It’s a bit too late for that,” Alastor sneered.
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A few days later, Vaggi found the bodies in the basement when grabbing something from a high shelf for Nifty. “ALASTOR! Charlie TOLD you to STOP KILLING PEOPLE IN THE HOTEL!” Alastor scoffed. Vaggi turned to Lucifer, “and why did you HELP HIM!?!” Lucifer shrugged. “Felt like it.”